Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.